A frown flickered across Fiona’s features for a moment as it appeared the room was dispersing with the majority of its members venturing outside to spectate what appeared a duel of sorts between their host nations General and someone she was unfamiliar with. As entertaining as it would quite probably be to watch these two make complete fools of themselves for their amusement Fiona would have preferred to resolve the matters at hand, but alas that would have to wait. Also as she glanced towards where their host had sat in what she could only describe as a withdrawn surly mood, though in part that description may have been slight projection she noticed that one of the Fae, the woman Fiona had made note of earlier no less, had already brightened his mood as she stole him away from the gathering.
While in the Fae Queens absence it appeared that those who had remained in the room had in turn gathered around the last of her party and were now venturing into the early evening air to spectate a dance by the sound of their animated discussion and their invitation to join, which was certainly something different to what everyone else had left to see at least. But given a choice of spectacle a duel seemed more fitting for the event than a dance despite the considerable lack of subtle conflict such a gathering of leaders who usually herald.
Her expression had resumed a soft smirk while she mulled over events before refilling her wine glass and standing, her fingers wrapping around her staff as it ceased its perfect balancing act. The base made a gentle thunk sound in time with the click of her footsteps on the stone floor as she made her way through the throng of the remaining dignitaries, pausing for a moment as she watched Arkaelus depart in the company of the Fae Queen.
Sighing to herself at the missed opportunity to capitalise on their hosts attention, at least for the moment but a single moment often resulted in success or failure in such matters. While her most logical choice given his nations close proximity she also avoided further discussion with Nemu for almost the same reason, at least for now at any rate. The voice of the wasteland bothered the lady of Kythianna more than she let on, though the exact reason for that escaped her. Perhaps postponing a further meeting was ill-advised?
Either way, her steady strides took her out into the open air of the courtyard where the duel was already underway with neither side having gained the upper hand. Circling around the fighting ground she glanced towards the glowing embers of the blacksmiths forge and reached out lightly with her fingers, releasing her glass to float gently to orbit her staff as she felt the warmth in the air brush across her skin. However her eyes were immediately drawn to the growing pressure around the Khaldorian general as he seemed to be building up magic. Clearly this was much more interesting than it had first appeared, though should couldn’t help but frown slightly at the un-sporting nature the fight was now taking, even if his opponent was Fae.
She nodded politely to the other spectators of the duel, her eyes lingering on the Blue Fae for a moment and smiled slightly at the one she’d noticed from earlier staring at her from the crowd.
”I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. Though I suppose that also applies to your fellows as well as the duellists before us.” She grinned towards the representative of Ashkara and gestured towards the pair of Fae standing behind him as she grasped her glass once more and took a light sip.